Turning the key, the engine sputtered from being silent
for so long – the whole car gave a fevered shake. It was good
to be back behind the wheel, wipers arcing across the glass.
Sat there for a moment in the moment waiting for the engine
to reclaim it’s song, listening to the sound of the rain,
the music of these islands, enjoying the feel of sleeves,
the weight of a jacket, legs wrapped in denim again. Good to
feel the wheel, look up the road, flick on the headlights & drive.